Strings of Fate

Strings of Fate

Bellamy 1- Scents and stalking

My sister is getting married. She told me over an hour ago, hugging me and bouncing around in excitement. I did my best to appear supportive but I really didn’t see this coming. Marriage? I don’t have a problem with my sister getting married in theory but I always thought I would at least like the guy. I imagined that we could get drinks sometime or at least have a conversation more than hello and goodbye. But no. I know this is her choice, but Tristain is so… dull. He’s like a fake person. I never imagined them getting married because I assumed she would get bored of him and end it. But maybe he’s different around her? Ugh I need a drink. Megan went up to bed, something about needing plenty of beauty sleep to start

this whole wedding is going to

planning her big engagement party. Why do I get the feelin

be a complete nightmare for me? Actually, a drink is not going to cut it. I need to run. I exit. my study and head for the front door. I don’t bother with shoes, I’ll shift as soon as I’m outside. I’m reaching for the door handle when something makes me pause. What is that scent? It’s subtle, but whatever it is, it smells AMAZING. A quick look around tells me that the smell is coming from Megan’s handbag. Did she get a new perfume or something? I could

ask her tomorrow but… I don’t think I’ll be able to get it out of my mind. I could just check, I

know it’s a jerk move to go through a woman’s bag, but I’m sure she would forgive me.

Probably.

I get while rifling through my sister’s bag. I try to avoid touching or moving anything. Luckily, the source of the smell is right at the top of the bag. A folded scrap of paper. Huh, why would that

paper and after a moment’s hesitation, unfold

know me, and I’m sorry that I can’t explain this properly in a note. You should know that the man who just proposed to you is not the right man for you and while it may be unpleasant to hear, I thought I should tell you now in an attempt to spare you more pain in the future. One

truly sorry.

R.G.”

R.G? Whoever they are, I need to speak with them, or her I would guess from the scent of the note. The

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1- Scents and

R.G. Person knows something or saw something. I mean she seems pretty positive that he isn’t right, she must have a reason for that. Right? I’m up for the rest of the night trying to work out who this R.G. Person is. I doubt it’s anyone I know, I would recognise the scent. Maybe one of Megan’s classmates? The scent on the note isn’t strong enough for me to be sure, but I’m pretty sure the person isn’t a

Despite all the other scents and sounds of the busy restaurant, I can smell the same scent as what is on the note immediately. It’s almost too easy. I luck out again when I realise that whoever R.G. Is, they did not get in a vehicle, they must have walked home. I eagerly follow the scent, trying not to feel weird about the fact that I’m essentially stalking someone I haven’t even met. But I’m doing this for Megan. Besides, R.G. Wrote in the note that they (she?) wants to explain herself better one day. Doesn’t that suggest that she wants to be contacted? I arrive at an apartment building. It’s not big by anyone’s standards. and it is clearly old, but it looks well cared for. No peeling paint or graffiti. There is no lift and I follow the scent up the stairs

I am bombarded with the woman’s scent. I cross my arms over my ch*st to resist the strange impulse to grab the woman and pull her close so I can confirm that scent really is coming from her. The woman is average height, so short by Shifter

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Scents

have no idea what to do about it. She’s not a Shifter so she probably doesn’t even know who I am. She smells human. Oh shit, how long have I been standing here staring at her? Actually, I’m not the only one staring. The woman is staring at me with wide eyes. You would think she was staring at some strange zoo animal, not an actual person. Great, she’s probably one of those

greets me. She looks uncomfortable. Good, I shouldn’t be the only one feeling